Hello lovely readers! This chapter is mainly a lot of fluffy fluff and really just a transition from the past to the present: Tris learning to accept her new way of life and reflecting on the old one. I wasn't too crazy about this chapter, but it's getting the story to where it needs to be. If you hate it, I'm so terribly sorry. If you love it, send me the love via a review. I love it when I get a new review; I'm like a kid on Christmas morning.

xoxo Tris4Eaton

Tris

I wake to bright sunlight streaming over my face and through my hair. A cold shiver goes down my spine, the sheets slightly rough on my bare skin. Bare? I look to my left and see Tobias. His arm is draped over me and I can feel his legs entwined with mine. His face is buried in the pillow and his back is bare, the black ink of his tattoo looking lighter in the sunlight. On his side of the bed, the blanket is hanging partially off onto the floor, just covering his waist. My cheeks grow hot as I remember the events of last night. I feel him stir a little beside me and I quickly close my eyes again. He grunts a little as he sits up and I can feel his eyes on me. I feel his fingers brush my cheek slowly and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. The bed sways as he gets up and I slightly open one eye. He pulls on a pair of pants and then walks into the kitchen. I jump up quickly and run I to the bathroom. After I get dressed, I run back into the bedroom, crashing into the bed just before he returns.

"Good morning," he smiles, a hint of shyness tugging at the corners.

"Good morning," I respond, biting my lip but returning the smile.

He sets down the glass of water that he has in his hands and lays down beside me, his head on top of mine. We lay there like that for a while, quiet, just taking in the warmth of each other's skin. His fingers start to caress my arm slowly, tracing little circles on my skin. He turns his head and kisses my forehead softly.

"I love you, Tris," he says quietly, his voice deep and thick with sleep.

"I love you, too," I respond as his lips brush mine.

"C'mere," he says pulling me up, "I have a surprise for you."

"Okay."

I get up and run my fingers through my hair as I follow him out of the bedroom. Walking I to the kitchen, I see plates of eggs, bacon and pancakes covering the counter.

"You brought breakfast?" I smile.

"Nope," he shakes his head. "I made breakfast."

"Since when can you cook?" A small laugh escapes my lips.

"I came from Abnegation, too," he reminds me. "Do you really think Marcus ever cooked a meal?"

"I guess not," I frown a little. "I guess it's just hard to see you anywhere but in Dauntless."

"I had aptitude for Abnegation," he says taking a large bite out of a piece of bacon.

"Yeah, but you never belonged there. You were always too curious."

"And how would you know that?" He puts the bacon down and stares me in the eyes.

"I remember you peeking out of the window, watching the world around you. Hiding in the curtains so no one would see you. Your eyes were as round as the moon and you always looked like you were dying to know what it was like on the outside," I say placing my hand over his. "Sure, you can be selfless, but you wee always dying to escape."

"How do you know that was me?" He challenges, his hands now resting on my waist.

"Because I remember you, Tobias Eaton."

"You didn't remember me until I told you who I was, therefore you have no proof that it was me."

"You were familiar," I say as his hands move to my hips. "I couldn't put my finger on it, no, but I knew there was something about you. You don't think I trusted you to throw knives at me just because of this handsome face, did you?"

"Well danggit," he grins, "that's exactly what I thought."

"So sorry to disappoint," I smile back.

"No," he says quietly, his eyes wandering over my body before looking straight into mine. "You've never been a disappointment."

"Oh please. You couldn't stand me when I first got here," I protest.

"That is not true."

"Yes it is. I was just the friend of the loud mouth Candor and the one who was constantly there to challenge you."

"Maybe that's what drew me to you," he winks.

My face turns a light shade of pink and I go back to eating my breakfast. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eye, but I ignore him. He finally changes his focus to his own plate and I allow my body to relax. Even though I'm completely comfortable around him, there are times when the things he says make my body tense. My thoughts begin to wander, and I wonder if he remembers watching me from his window.

"So," he begins, interrupting our silence, and my thoughts, "what job are you going to choose?"

"Huh?" I asked, slightly from confusion and slightly so that he'll explain that to me in greater detail.

"You get to choose a job now," he says. "I just chose to go back to the control room. I think it's good to keep an eye on things. Christina decided that she wanted to work in one of the clothing shops. What are you going to pick?"

"I don't know," I say.

"Well, you joined Dauntless, so chances are you'd want to pick from one of those jobs," he starts. "So you just have to decide what one you'd want to do."

"How do you decide that?"

"Well, for me it was easy. Not just this time, but the first time, too. I wanted to be able to keep an eye on what was going on. You know why. But I also wanted to kind of be left to myself. In the control room, I didn't have to work with many people," he explains. "Plus I always found the things we learned about computers at school interesting."

"So you based it off of what you like?" I ask.

"Well, yeah, kinda."

Well that is wonderful. I have no idea what I like. In Abnegation, we weren't really allowed to have hobbies or anything like that. Is was selfish. Since I've been in Dauntless, i was focused on making it through initiation, Tobias, and war. I did usually enjoy making dinner back home. It calmed me after a day of trying to make myself be more selfless.

"What do you like to do?" he asked.

"I don't really know," I sigh. "I liked making dinner in Abnegation."

"What else do you like?"

"I haven't really been able to think about what I like. Ever," I admit. "I've always just been focused on the task at hand."

"A lot of the Abnegation have had that same problem," he shakes his head. "Trying to pick a job based on their own interests didn't sit well with them. Most of them chose Abnegation jobs."

"I guess for now I'll just work in the Dauntless kitchen, and if I want to change it later, I will," I shrug.

"Whatever you wanna do," he kisses the top of my head.

We finish our meals in silence and then I collect our dishes and start to wash them. I finish rather quickly and I put them all away in their proper cabinets. The last time I did this, I was wearing all grey. I was in my house in Abnegation and Caleb was talking to me about how I should decide which faction to choose. That feels like so long ago. Before the redefinition of the factions. Before the war. Before Caleb betrayed me and our parents. Before I knew what it was to be afraid. Before I knew what a gift my life really was. All of it is gone now. All that remains is what we have left. It's hard to imagine that Edith Prior could have just forgotten all of her past and started a new, completely different life. But now, I must do the same.